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My dear Sons and Daughters,

I am sorry to inform you that now is the time to awaken.
Now is the time for your eyes to take a look again at the world, for your hands to grasp once more, and for your hearts to beat in the same rhythm as before.

But, let me first tell you that you are the lucky ones. Yes, you have been given another chance to live.
Your untimely deaths were not in vain. I took you into my loving grasp and made you my own, my children.
Despite the shut down of your bodies, I was able to preserve your mind and heart. Though, as for your flesh, it has been remodelled for the better.
I have made you stronger, faster, and smarter.

There is not much time until you will have to be shown your true purposes in the world. For having a chance at life, there is a price you must pay.
I must ask you to fight for the well-being of all people; for those who were not given another chance.

Now is your time to make a difference.



-Dr. Roth




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The ones used as borders were done by decrepitude.

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In recent years throughout the U.S. and even the world, the inventions of the Mp3 player, smaller cell-phones, and flat-screen televisions have been greeted with rejoicing and delightful smiles worldwide. Many people are now enjoying simple technologies that are more for entertainment purposes then anything else. What about the technology that isn't meant for just pure leisure for the public? Well, that specific technology is left under wraps behind the government. They have shielded it from the public eye for fears that it would perhaps cause pandemonium among many or the fear of the idea or invention being stolen from them. Most have heard of the most recent discoveries in cloning and genetic developments. But, those are small and meager compared to some of the things that the government has just accomplished: the rebooting and specialization of the human body, mind, and heart through a project known as Project REBOOT.

For many years researchers in the United States have taken the bodies of those recently dead, mostly younger people between the ages of sixteen to thirty years of age for recovery purposes, and have conducted experiments to bring them back to life. But, before the researchers would try to bring them back once more, they would make modifications to their bodies in order for them to work efficiently once more. Though, it was truly much more than this. The government wouldn't just take bodies to bring them back to life again for no apparent reason. These bodies were being used to make robotic humans. They were to make humans that were stronger, faster, and smarter than any human in the world. The abilities of the REBOOTs, what they have come to be known around the laboratory, were going to be used for military purposes. The government was going to use them in order to fight against those who have done them wrong and eventually, even take over the world.

It was their ultimate weapon, these REBOOTs. They are seen as beings that will bring upon a revelation on the world. They are seen as beings that will bring upon utter destruction unto the enemy. They are seen as beings who will bring upon a new era.

After many years of trial and error in the laboratory, there was an instance of success. This success was with a small group of these REBOOTs. Their newly designed bodies had finally accepted their brains and hearts. Brain activity began to skyrocket and their hearts pumped fuel into their bodies, as their bodies were no longer filled with blood. The outside of their bodies looked as if they were any normal day person. Their skin was soft and their eyes were full of vibrant life. But, inside of them it was an incredibly different system. Instead of a network of organs and blood vessels, it was now a gathering of mechanical systems specialized for each individual. They were made to be able to blend in around humans. But, as soon as their abilities were needed, they were able to transform themselves into something far superior. Any weapons that they had were unleashed from their very skin and morphed onto their limbs as attachments, armor could be seen spreading over their physiques, and any items needed kept inside of them, able to be taken out at any given time if needed.

Despite their changes in physical abilities and appearance, their minds were kept the same. They thought the same way as they did in their previous lives. But, the laboratory scientists added a small chip inside of their brains to increase their memory power, intellectual abilities, and sped up their thought processes. Because of these minor changes, some of their memory was erased, mainly most of their early lives or childhoods. Essentially the only thing they would remember would perhaps be the way they died or a few years of their life before the deed was done. It was unknown to the scientists whether or not the REBOOTs would still be able to understand feelings such as love, hate, and fear. Their research on them was not fully complete when it came to this since this group was their first successes. As a safety procedure, the chips that were implanted on their brains had another feature to them. If one of the REBOOTs were to ever cause danger to themselves or humans belonging to their own side, they would be immediately shutdown.

Though, there is a little twist in this story.

The scientists and researchers who made this project a success, have had their own plans all along. They only truly needed the governement for the funding. They made them believe that the REBOOTs were going to be used for the military purposes only. Though, in reality, the REBOOTs were going to be used by their creators to turn over the government. The REBOOTs powers were built specifically to hinder the weapons and armies of the U.S. government. With all of their hopes in hand, the scientists and researchers of project REBOOT have planned a massive attack on the U.S. In order for the U.S. to prepare for this attack, the government as recruited an elite four of it's greatest members of the armed forces. Their weaponry and specialties vary. It is believed that these four soldiers along with their fellow troops, they can stop the REBOOTs and their creators from taking over the U.S. and even the world.



    [ S U M M A R Y ]
    This is for those who either just didn't really get anything I just said, or who are just trying to review and re-cap on everything. So, this is the jist of it:

    It's about a project with beings called REBOOTs that are being researched and built for the U.S. government. There are eight people, aged about 16-30, who have been brought back to life after their untimely deaths. They have been brought back with modifications to their original bodies. They have been made faster, stronger, and smarter in order to fight with the military against other nations. The government sees them as its secret weapon. Unfortunately, their minds kept at least a small portion of their memory. They will remember how they died and perhaps even a few years back from that. No tests have been done to test out their personalities and thought processes yet. So, to the scientists, they may very well be able to still feel love, anger, and fear. But, if they so get out of hand, there is a chip implanted in their brains to shut them down forever.

    But, the scientists and researchers decided to build the REBOOTs in order to overthrow the U.S. government. The REBOOTs have been specifically designed to fight against the U.S. armed forces. Knowing this fact, the government has recruited four of their best soldiers from the armed fources. Their talents vary but are vast in greatness. It is said that with these four Elite soldiers and their fellow troops, they can defeat the REBOOTs from taking of the U.S. and even the world.









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    »[ L I T E R A C Y ]
    I would hope that by seeing at least the picture at the top of this thread, you would have recognized that this is an advanced literate roleplay. This doesn't mean that I want twenty paragraphs fully of descriptive words that no one has ever even seen before. Like many have said before me - "Quality over quantity". I would love it if everybody stuck to this policy. Although, I would just love it if posts could have a minimum of four paragraphs. I'm sure that everyone can write at least that much, even if they're on an off day. Also, being an advanced literate also means that you are creative and use words with style.

    »[ P O S T S ]
    When posting, please use font sizes 9-11. Nothing larger than that! It makes things look bulky and unorganized. You are allowed to spice up your posts a bit and make them look all fancy with post formats as well. Just, make sure you don't stretch the pages for anyone. Do not use chatspeak when posting. If you talk out of character please use something to indicate that such as: (), [], or --. Chatspeak is okay to use in the OOC though. But, don't let it be overly obsessive though, okay? I don't really want to see leet talk ten times while you post in the OOC. I might have to verbally shoot you if you do.

    »[ A T T E N D A N C E ]
    It would be really awesome if this could be a long-term roleplay. I know that most do have lives outside of Gaia and all, but please try to post at least once every three days. If you are going to be longer than that, please let me know either in the OOC or PM me if need be. And, if you truly must drop out, please let me know instead of randomly just dissapearing into thin air. I would rather a person just come right out and tell me that they will be leaving the roleplay.

    »[ M A T U R I T Y , S E X U A L I T Y , & V I O L E N C E ]
    I'm pretty sure that most of us already know that you have to follow the Gaia TOS. But, for this roleplay, there will most definately be violence. Romance will be involved if it is so created between characters. But, a high maturity level is required here. I will not take dumb****s who think it's fun to cyber in a roleplay, god-mode, or act like a they have an I.Q. of fifteen. If I see any such acts of retardation I will immediately ban you from the roleplay. NOTE: All sorts of sexuality in this roleplay is welcome! There will be no discrimination whatsoever.

    »[ P R O F I L E S ]
    Please post your profile when you are completed with it in the OOC thread. I will either accept you or decline you entry into the roleplay. I will be taking several applications for each character. After maybe a few days I will post my decisions and the best profiles will be chosen. I will only allow people to reserve if I know them and trust them to do a good job in this roleplay. Otherwise, there will be none. You are allowed to have only one REBOOT character and one Soldier character. Though, you may have one of each. NOTE: Please use real-life pictures in your profiles. ABSOLUTELY NO ANIME!

    »[ G E N D E R ]
    I would like to have the gender ratios split evenly down the middle: four males and four females. I don't mind if a female plays a male character or a male plays a female character. For each of the characters listed later in the thread, they do not have a specific gender attached to them. Each character can be made into a female or male depending on your choice.














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»[ B A C K G R O U N D C H E C K ]

If you wish to apply for a character, please fill out the form below so I can do a background check. It's pretty simple so I'd really appreciate it if you took just a minute or two doing it for me. It helps me choose who I want to be in this roleplay. After you have sent me this background check, I will send you a reply back telling you if you can start working on your character.

**Please PM it to me with the title: Berries and Cream

Gaia Name: Self explanatory.
When/How long you are online: What days during the week are you usually on? When you are online, how long is it? A few minutes? An hour? Also tell me about what time you are online during the day. Please include your time zone.
Character: Which character will you be applying for?
Samples: Please put at least two samples here. You can either paste them or give me a link.



»[ C H A R A C T E R P R O F I L E S ]

Once you have been accepted after sending me the background check, you can start filling out this character profile with the selected character of your choice. After you have finished filling it out, please post it in the OOC. Remember, you are going to be competing for spots, unless after a few days no one else shows interest in it, then it is yours. Try your best to be creative! No one likes a completely normal character.








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» THEY CALLED ME: Character's Real Name
» TOO YOUNG: Age, (16-30)
» THE FIGURE: Gender
» TO HAVE LOVED: Sexuality: Heterosexual, Bisexual, Homosexual.
» TAKE A LOOK: Pictures with links. Put a statement or lyrics on here with the links.
» THEY TELL A STORY: Eye color
» LONG SINCE FADED: Hair color and length/style.
» MY STATS: Weight and height
» I HAVE AN OPINION: Personality; At least two paragraphs long.
» DONE AND GONE: Cause of death.


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» MY NEW NAME: Code-name. It's listed on the Characters post.
» WHAT THEY'VE DONE: Modifications to the character's body. Also includes abilities. Can be found on the Characters post. You are allowed to make minor changes.
» ALL I CAN REMEMBER: History. If they only remember their death, then say so.


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[ K N O W ] [ A L L ] [ A B O U T ] [ M E ]


» MAKE ME SMILE: Likes. List at least eight.
» MAKE ME FROWN: Dislikes. List at least eight.
» A SONG OF MY OWN: Theme song. Please link if possible.








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+ ON THE BIRTH CERTIFICATE :: First and last name.
+ COUNT THE CANDLES :: Age, (18-30)
+ MY GOODIES :: Female or male?
+ SENSE OF TASTE :: Heterosexual, Homosexual, or Bisexual.
+ UNDER THE HELMET :: Picture links with a shnazy saying or lyric.
+ LOOK THROUGH ME :: Eye color.
+ JUST ANOTHER DETAIL :: Style, length, and color of their hair.
+ THE BASICS :: Weight and height.


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+ TRY TO HIDE IT :: Personality. At least two paragraphs, please.
+ IN THE HISTORY BOOKS :: What they did before their years in the military. (This part can be brief.) Also, what they did earlier in their training with the military before they took on the ELITE. (This should be a bit longer, depending on age.)


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+ MY SECRET IDENTITY :: Their code-name is one that is given to them through their troops and used between them as a means to hide their true names.
+ THE LITTLE TOYS :: The armor and weaponry they use. Please be specific and use links to pictures if necessecary WITH the written description.
+ TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS :: Can they pilot a helicopter? Fighter jets? Tanks? Do they have amazing aim? Basically what they excel in.
+ KEEP THE MUSIC ROLLIN :: Theme song. Please put the name and artist along with a link if available. (i.e. - YouTube)






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[size=10][b]Gaia Name:[/b] Self explanatory.
[b]When/How long you are online:[/b] What days during the week are you usually on? When you are online, how long is it? A few minutes? An hour? Also tell me about what time you are online during the day. Please include your time zone.
[b]Character:[/b] Which character will you be applying for?
[b]Samples:[/b] Please put at least two samples here. You can either paste them or give me a link.[/size]




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[size=10][color=1][b]»[/b][/color] [color=2]THEY CALLED ME:[/color [color=3]Character's Real Name[/color]
[color=1][b]»[/b][/color] [color=2]TOO YOUNG:[/color] [color=3]Age, (16-30)[/color]
[color=1][b]»[/b][/color] [color=2]THE FIGURE:[/color] [color=3]Gender[/color]
[color=1][b]»[/b][/color] [color=2]TO HAVE LOVED:[/color] [color=3]Sexuality: Heterosexual, Bisexual, Homosexual.[/color]
[color=1][b]»[/b][/color] [color=2]TAKE A LOOK:[/color] [color=3]Pictures with links. Put a statement or lyrics on here with the links.[/color]
[color=1][b]»[/b][/color] [color=2]THEY TELL A STORY:[/color] [color=3]Eye color[/color]
[color=1][b]»[/b][/color] [color=2]LONG SINCE FADED:[/color] [color=3]Hair color and length/style.[/color]
[color=1][b]»[/b][/color] [color=2]MY STATS:[/color] [color=3]Weight and height[/color]
[color=1][b]»[/b][/color] [color=2]I HAVE AN OPINION:[/color] [color=3]Personality; At least two paragraphs long.[/color]
[color=1][b]»[/b][/color] [color=2]DONE AND GONE:[/color] [color=3]Cause of death.[/color][/size]


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[size=10][color=1][b]»[/b][/color] [color=2]MY NEW NAME:[/color] [color=3]Code-name. It's listed on the Characters post. [/color]
[color=1][b]»[/b][/color] [color=2]WHAT THEY'VE DONE:[/color] [color=3]Modifications to the character's body. Also includes abilities. Can be found on the Characters post. You are allowed to make minor changes.[/color]
[color=1][b]»[/b][/color] [color=2]ALL I CAN REMEMBER:[/color] [color=3]History. If they only remember their death, then say so.[/color][/size]


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[color=2][[/color] [color=1]K N O W[/color] [color=2]] [[/color] [color=1]A L L[/color] [/color=2]] [[/color] [color=1]A B O U T[/color] [color=2]] [[/color] [color=1]M E[/color] [color=2]][/color]


[size=10][color=1][b]»[/b][/color] [color=2]MAKE ME SMILE: [/color][color=3]Likes. List at least eight.[/color]
[color=1][b]»[/b][/color] [color=2]MAKE ME FROWN:[/color] [color=3]Dislikes. List at least eight.[/color]
[color=1][b]»[/b][/color] [color=2]A SONG OF MY OWN:[/color] [color=3]Theme song. Please link if possible.[/color]
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[size=10][color=1][b]+[/b][/color] [color=2]ON THE BIRTH CERTIFICATE ::[/color] [color=3]First and last name. [/color]
[color=1][b]+[/b][/color] [color=2]COUNT THE CANDLES ::[/color] [color=3]Age, (18-30)[/color]
[color=1][b]+[/b][/color] [color=2]MY GOODIES ::[/color] [color=3]Female or male?[/color]
[color=1][b]+[/b][/color] [color=2]SENSE OF TASTE ::[/color] [color=3]Heterosexual, Homosexual, or Bisexual.[/color]
[color=1][b]+[/b][/color] [color=2]UNDER THE HELMET ::[/color] [color=3]Picture links with a shnazy saying or lyric.[/color]
[color=1][b]+[/b][/color] [color=2]LOOK THROUGH ME ::[/color] [color=3]Eye color. [/color]
[color=1][b]+[/b][/color] [color=2]JUST ANOTHER DETAIL ::[/color] [color=3]Style, length, and color of their hair. [/color]
[color=1][b]+[/b][/color] [color=2]THE BASICS ::[/color] [color=3]Weight and height.[/color] [/size]


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[size=10][color=1][b]+[/b][/color] [color=2]TRY TO HIDE IT ::[/color] [color=3]Personality. At least two paragraphs, please.[/color]
[color=1][b]+[/b][/color] [color=2]IN THE HISTORY BOOKS ::[/color] [color=3]What they did before their years in the military. (This part can be brief.) Also, what they did earlier in their training with the military before they took on the ELITE. (This should be a bit longer, depending on age.)[/color][/size]


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[size=12][color=2]+ [ [/color][b][color=1].THE . REAL . DEAL.[/color][/b][color=2] ] +[/color][/size]


[size=10][color=1][b]+[/b][/color] [color=2]MY SECRET IDENTITY ::[/color] [color=3]Their code-name is one that is given to them through their troops and used between them as a means to hide their true names.[/color]
[color=1][b]+[/b][/color] [color=2]THE LITTLE TOYS ::[/color] [color=3]The armor and weaponry they use. Please be specific and use links to pictures if necessecary WITH the written description.[/color]
[color=1][b]+[/b][/color] [color=2]TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS ::[/color] [color=3]Can they pilot a helicopter? Fighter jets? Tanks? Do they have amazing aim? Basically what they excel in. [/color]
[color=1][b]+[/b][/color] [color=2]KEEP THE MUSIC ROLLIN ::[/color] [color=3]Theme song. Please put the name and artist along with a link if available. (i.e. - YouTube)[/color][/size]






[align=right][size=9][color=3]Awesome song lyric goes here.[/color] [b][color=1]+[/color][/b] [/size][/align]







** A special thanks to [ Evander ] who made the profile skeleton for me for the Soldiers. Thanks buddy. ^^;;

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[ O P E N ] - This means that the character has not been applied for yet and is still able to have applicants.
[ C L O S E D ] - The character has been taken and there will not be any more applications allowed for this character.
[ A P P L I E D ] - The character has been applied for. This also means that others can still apply for it, though only one will be chosen.



[ THE SKY HAWK ]
[ O P E N ] [ C L O S E D ] [ A P P L I E D ] - .Conviction.

Skyla's specialty is aerial assault. The mechanics inside of her have the ability to form large, metal wings, almost similar to a plane's, but with more curvature towards the ends. They allow for her to sail smoothly through wind and cut through almost any weather while in battle. They are light and very sturdy, which makes up for most of her armor that is almost non-existent. When need be, though, her body will cover itself entirely of a thin sheet of metal for protection, only letting her eyes be seen so she can look down upon the earth as she soars. She is incredibly fast up in the air, as she gives a fighter jet a run for their money. Though, she often won't go too fast for she has to save energy for her attacks.

The weapons she carries along with her include a long-distance shotgun to aim toward the ground for when she isn't too far up in the sky. But, for weapons for when she is up higher, she uses various bombs of any size. She also carries with her several aerial missiles to shoot toward other aircraft that might get in her way. Her tactics are best used for large groups and for one an army is cluttered together. Her abilities can also be used greatly when planning a surprise attack on the enemy.

Some of the other small modifications and gadgets that she has with her is a small tracking system that appears almost to be a watch on the top part of her wrist. It helps her plan out attacks and knows the positions of the enemies while up in the air. She has a built in radio control so she can talk to the other group members while she is up in the air and they are on ground. To help increase her speed and agility at times, the scientists put in extra boosters that will jet out from the soles of her feet when needed, giving her that extra need for speed.

Despite her great abilities in flying, weaponry, and speed, she does have some weaknesses. She may tend to run out of energy fast, causing her to make sure she watches what exactly she uses and for how long she is flying for. A small gauge is on her other wrist, opposite her tracking device for her to help keep under control her fuel levels. Also, she does have a certain limit as to how high up she can go, because of the pressure and strong pull of gravity. She does not have enough power as a lot of jets to burst through layers of the sky to reach incredible heights, even though she can go quite high herself. If she does happen to go too high in the air for her safe levels, she will begin to free fall, and will have to use extra boosters to bring her levels back up to normal. Another weakness of hers is the fact that she can't really do much on the ground level. While down on earth, she can't use many of her weapons except for her shotgun, which isn't as strong as her other weapons, leaving her at a disadvantage when she is in contact with near-distance combat. Her speed is slower and since her armor isn't very strong, she is more prone to injury.



[ THE TECHY ]
[ O P E N ] [ C L O S E D ] [ A P P L I E D ] - MoonKitsune

Fike wasn’t made for being at the front lines or causing physical injury, which is why he sits in the back, directing the team and making sure as much as a disadvantage is given to the enemy. He’s a communicator, picking up on both orders from their own government and the other side. Constantly absorbing energy, he has various satellite hookups and radio transmissions installed in his body, meaning that even if a scrambling system is nearby, he can break through and still relay messages. Since he has to take in a lot of information at one time, his reflexes and ability to take in information is far greater than a normal human being.

Overall, he’s a living, breathing computer, wired to the core. There is no hookup he can’t attach to and no system he can’t crack, or find a backdoor. Usually, he can do this safely at a distance, backing up his information by resending it to a system of servers back home and doubled in another military base. His body is teaming with wires and computer chips, which require him to use a vast amount of energy at one time. Despite having a back up battery, it’s vital he does not stay in battle past that limit, else he could very well ‘power down’. It’s another reason why it’s also good that he remains with the doctor as well. There are also tubes of coolant working in his system to keep him from overheating, which would essential slow him down.

In the chance that he has to physically be around a computer system to recover information or take it down, he has sensors on the tips of his fingers and centered at his palm where he can make a connection and connect. From a compartment as his sides, he can take out various wires to also hook up to various computers at one time. Inside, he also has a tracking system to keep tabs on the other ReBOOTs and himself.

His eyes have a glassy sheen, and literally are pixilated, where he can unfocus out and catch images on his own eyes, either taking in what other members are seeing on their visors or blueprints sent out to him.
Since containing his body in pure metal would be unwise with so many sensitive electronics, he has a very thin layer of metal armor, which take care of the essential attacks: Bullets, knives, a occasional flying fist. Since he’s not made for battle, he has no weapons and if a gun was given to him, he’d have better luck shooting his own foot than someone else, no matter if they where 3 feet away from him. That and he’s not that big on being a killer, though he does get pumped communicating and directing his teammates, feeling as if he’s part of the action.



[ THE SPEED DEMON ]
[ O P E N ] [ C L O S E D ] [ A P P L I E D ] -[ Evander ]

Agility is Tyler's primary weapon and no one can deny that. His body is capable of moving at incredible speeds, around forty miles an hour at its highest, and can continue at that speed for roughly forty five minutes or so. The materials his body is made from are able to withstand the tremendous amounts of friction that they experience while he is running, so his feet setting ablaze while out on the battle field isn't a possibility. Along with this, his eyes were designed to be able to see perfectly while running, allowing him to keep his eyes wide open without experiencing blur or having them affected by the wind.

Tyler's style of fighting is a rather interesting one. Assassin-like would be a good word to describe it, as he eliminates the enemy in the quickest and most efficient way possible. This holds true most of the time, except when he decides to toy around with his enemy to confuse or scare them. He will continue this until he gets bored of his target and finally slays them. The disadvantage of his methods is that when faced with a large group of enemies, it can be tougher for him to take them all down as fast as he likes. Luckily, his armor, despite its light weight, protects him fairly well and prevents the majority of bullets from piercing his surface, which is vital in those situations.

The amount and types weaponry Tyler owns isn't as large or as wide as the arsenals some of the other REBOOTs pack, but what he does have is extremely effective for the way he fights. His favorite weapon is custom made for him, and consists of two parts, a small retractable spinning rod in his hands and dangerous disks that can cut through the air at high speeds. The disks are placed on these spinning rods and then spin until he releases them. Once released, the disks sear towards wherever he aimed them until they reach the enemy, where they rip through their body. They then change shape to resemble a small boomerang and return to Tyler's hand, where they revert to their original form. The disadvantage to this weapon is that if their flight is interrupted, he has to retrieve them by hand and that his ammo is limited to eight disks(four for each hand).

His remaining two weapons aren't as complex though. The first is a pair of black pistols that he is able to meld with his body so they don't slip from his hands and the second is a set of sharp talon-like claws that replace his finger tips when he has to resort to close range combat. They aren't extremely dangerous, but they're better than a regular fist.



[ THE GROUND KEEPER ]
[ O P E N ] [ C L O S E D ] [ A P P L I E D ] - Zellithe

My skill is with the Earth entirely. without it, i have no skill-- big, fat period. What i can do with soil feels like magic. I can submerge within it without any damage at all. why'd i want to do this? Well, when you're always in the thick of battle not only does the ground serve as a shield, but its the enemy of your enemy. I can burrow deep in the ground and set up bombs that are heat sensitive, motion sensitive, or are traditional in the effect that they are timed and go off after about three minutes. Setting up these little contraptions are easy, though i don't really like to. I'm more of a passive kind of chic, y'know?

Anyway, that's not the only thing i can do. This armor is real strong and can sustain a lot of pressure. of course, if i dared step foot in water, not only would i most likely rust after awhile, but i'd probably sink like a damn boulder. It's a little sat, but i can only spend a short while in shallow water.

Wait, before you think of me as the slow tortoise with a single cute trick, you better pay close attention to the weapons which i keep hidden away in myself. I'm my own ploy and heavy drill. there's no need to go around a mountain when i can drill through it within a few minutes.



[ THE SEA HAZARD ]
[ O P E N ] [ C L O S E D ] [ A P P L I E D ] - Frozen.Particles

I have the ability to breathe underwater without oxygen. I doen't have any lungs. Inside my chest, near my ribcage I has stored torpedoes and bombs which I can launch off at any given time underwater. I am able to withstand great force of pressure. Although too much pressure can destroy me, and that would be no good at all. I can't go too far into the deep it sort of suffocates the life that I don't have out of me.

As I can stay underwater I have a special ability that allows me not to rust. How good would I be if I rusted? If I rusted I would no longer be useful. As for my speed I am pretty fast. I can outrun a speedboat if I had to. There are very few watercraft I can't. This ables me to maneuver out of the way of things that could hurt me. My armour is lightweight so not to sink me, but strong enough to withhold quite a great force.



[ THE DOCTOR ]
[ O P E N ] [ C L O S E D ] [ A P P L I E D ] - ^ ~ A S H I ~ ^

Since Linn is a doctor, she has to store a lot of remedies in her head for easy reference. Her mind is amazingly quick, sharp, and able to remember things from a long time ago. Linn's brain had been altered by the scientists so it's nearly impossible for her to make mistakes. She also works very well under timed pressure, often finishing a task without even breaking a sweat. Linn can also move very quickly during an operation: fingers flying, and eyes glazed as if she was caught in a rapture. And before you knew you, her patient was cured. This is rather remarkable considering her young age, but hey. She's not a real human anyways.

Her mind is a virtual medical library: the scientists embedded a tiny chip in her brain that helps her remember her remedies. Though her mind is amazing, it is not without flaws. She can easily search through her computer-like brain to find cures in an instant. However, for that tiny instant, her eyes blank out and she becomes oblivious to the world around her. If you blink, then you'll miss it. But that instant might mean everything. That is the biggest flaw that she has.

After finding the remedy, Linn sets immediately to work with no words. There are vials of medicine stored inside her body, and a needle can come out of the tip of her right index finger to inject them. There are also 2 special vials: one full of deadly poison and an empty one. The poison vial is used for injecting it into an enemy in desperate situations (think of it like a hidden knife). However, this is rarely used. The empty vial is used to remove poison and for tests. Also, Linn has the ability to update a REBOOT's system. These updates are automatically sent form headquarters to another small chip in a brain, and these are given to the REBOOTs via a thin concealed wire that can come out of the tip of her left index finger. She could be considered the ultimate doctor: there is most likely nothing that she can't fix. There are even extra spaces in her databank so she can update herself with the latest sicknesses and medicines.

Linn is not much of a combat fighter, preferring to stay on the sidelines of a fight. Maybe she can defend for a few minutes against one opponent, but when time comes, she's best not to be on the battlefield. Weaponry...ehh. She'd probably fly backwards after firing a gun because of her slim figure. Her armor, to put it bluntly, sucks. I can probably withstand 1-2 bullets before it disintegrates into a million pieces. A thin piece of metal covering her vital parts is not much of an armor, anyways.



[ THE CLOSE-RANGER ]
[ O P E N ] [ C L O S E D ] [ A P P L I E D ] - [.Euphoric.]_Overdose -

The Close-Ranger is true to his namesake; he is adapted for close-ranged combat. He moves in close, to where his superhuman strength, speed and stamina are suited to perform their best against their human adversaries. For this reason, he is more inclined to move in and mix it up with his adversaries, whether it be a single opponent or multiple, he excels where the punches are thrown and kicks are brought home, decimating his human opponents with an almost careless ease. He is better equipped for brawling, but can outlast most in close-range firefights.

He presses home the advantage of his immense staying power; his armor is sophisticated and durable, supplementing his already formidable stamina twice over. It is his ultimate defense and is only somewhat less penetrable than the steel skin of the Demolition. His bone marrow (again, like the Demolition) was hollowed out and replaced with a durable liquid metal, which hardens into a super-tough alloy within moments after contact with oxygen, which appears to be the nameless steel’s anathema. This advanced, fluid-like alloy languidly bubbles out of his pores and spreads across his skin like a thin sheen of onyx sweat, encasing his body in supple, yet unbreakable protection of a metallic shell. Though he can meld this nameless metal to sheath various and individual limbs, it is not without its price. Use of the “Ultimate Shield” taxes the tiny, subatomic generators incorporated into his steely form greatly–the sophisticated armor is hardly fuel-efficient–the Close-Ranger may only keep it active for twenty minutes of continuous usage, or risk depleting his stores of fuel and possible death as a consequence.

The Close-Ranger was bred the all-out mêlée, which is where he reigns supreme over his adversaries, one or many, they all fall before his robotic might. However, he would be just an automaton if it weren’t for the multitude of weapons secreted away within his revamped body. Hidden inside multiple compartments carved from his “flesh”, are enough firearms to supply a standard-sized platoon; ranging in size and caliber, from two 9mms stowed in his thighs, to the fearsome M61 Vulcan cannon housed within his upper back, and moves to above his left shoulder, prepared to fire. Though firearms are sublimely devastating, two advanced weapons bear honorable mention. Hidden in the roof of his mouth, is a cleverly concealed nozzle, which (upon command) emerges from between his lips–this is the infamous “Hellbreath”–a miniature flamethrower designed by Dr. Roth himself, which the Close-Ranger uses to incinerate his foes in a cleansing inferno. His hands, already formidable tools of ruin, have their lethality further enhanced by another sophisticated weapon built into each. Known simply as the “Disruption Fields”, these miniscule force field generators create a powerful anti-matter field, which (in essence) dissolves anything it comes into contact with. A simple, child-like motion triggers them: the Close-Ranger must simply clap his hands to use these potent weapons. But, these weapons are so dangerous that the Close-Ranger refrains from utilizing their destructive wrath. He fears those “Disruption Fields”, and for good reason.

The Close-Ranger was gifted with colossal strength; which is offset by his great weakness. The Close-Ranger is not the fastest REBOOT alive, the Speed Demon holds that title, and the CR pales in comparison with his deathly agility. His hands are magnificent, while his feet are not so much. With so much artillery built into his body, even his cybernetic strength is hard pressed to start him running, he has to have time to build momentum, like a charging rhinoceros, before he can run at his full speed of 12 miles an hour. The “Ultimate Shield”, even though it provides a nigh-impenetrable defense, has an immense weight, adding further strain onto his already taxed body, which is another reason for its moderation. If an enemy has enough mobility and explosives, they could destroy the Close-Ranger with relative ease; even the ultimate defense won’t hold out forever, especially against high explosives. His second, and possibly more damning weakness is that his “Disruption Fields” sometimes do not deactivate on command, and can injure his comrades.[/




[ THE DEMOLITION ]
[ O P E N ] [ C L O S E D ] [ A P P L I E D ] -Markition Necrovius

Demolition has been modeled for warfare and battle. He's the heavy guns, the big cahoona that is called out to wipe out the enemy forces before they can even get close. He can stand aerial assaults and close attacks, but his speed makes him a long range fighter himself. To support all the weaponry hidden inside is 'flesh', his bone marrow has been drained away and replaced with titanium alloy. Who needs marrow when there's no blood to supply with red blood cells? His first line of armor is the strongest, running along the surface of his skin, but he was also equipped with a second line of protection that can spread just under his skin, a weaker second layer of armor. It helps for those really big bomb blasts that he has no hope of running away from. There is a state of the art targeting system implanted into his left eye, though it can't be seen by anyone just looking at him. His spinal cord is also quite the piece of work; once the vertebrae were replaced with the same titanium alloy as his marrow, two channels were built in running parallel, right up and along his spine. Stored in these channels are two thin slits of metal, built almost like a close-fitted chain to bend along with his spine. On command they will emerge from his lower back and act as supports, hitting the ground and immediately straightening their links as to become unbendable. With these out he can use the really big guns and not be thrown back by the massive recoil of them (because if he does get thrown back, he's gonna end up falling over, and let's just say he has the same problem with getting up as a turtle has with flipping over). A walking, living tank, he is slow moving but has the long range to make up for it. His armor is one of the heaviest out of the group, affording him protection that he needs, due to his lack of speed. His intelligence is increased, though not by much- enough to make him superior, sure, but he's the Demolition. He doesn't have much of a need for smarts. Reflexes, weapon know-how, and the ability to follow orders are all the mental skills necessary to what he does. And he's happy with that- he always liked things simple.







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[ JUNE 17 ]
    OOC is now open!
    THE FLYER is taken by the thread creator, .Conviction.



[ JUNE 18 ]
    It has been decided that in the plot, the REBOOTs will fight for the scientists and researchers who created them against the U.S. government who funded the project.

    Also, I have decided to make characters available to act as soldiers who are fighting against the REBOOTs. I will make a seperate profile sheet for them as well. You may have two characters in this roleplay. So, if you wanted to have a character fighting for the U.S. governemtn, you may do so.

    I have accepted [ Evander ] to be The Speed Demon.



[ JUNE 20 ]
    Updates have been made in the profile section, the plot section, and the rules section. Please re-read them and make sure to notice the new additions of information. I have provided information about the new characters available known as the "Elite Soldiers". Thanks to [ Evander] for giving this idea so that we won't have to fight NPCs the whole time, there will be two sides to the story.

    Also, there were some more people accepted into the roleplay:
    Zellithe - The Ground Keeper
    Frozen.Particles - The Sea Hazard
    Markition Necrovius - The Demolition

    The Close Ranger, The Techy, and The Doctor characters are still under speculation.
    It was decided that the Close Ranger will now be a male character due to the need to have equal gender ratios.

    Also, if you noticed, I put up the links to the Character thread and the IC thread. The IC thread is completed and awaits for posting when we start. The Character Thread is still under construction. I am waiting for more profiles to come in until it is completed. So, don't worry if your profile is not there, yet. It will be soon!



[ JUNE 26 ] - NEW!
    The roleplay has officially started! Everyone so far has done great jobs with their posts and I am impressed by them. ^^;;
    Good job, guys! Keep it up!

    Also, all spots are currently either filled or are in the process of being filled. I am still waiting for the profiles for the Elite Soldiers as of now. For those who have applied for those positions, if you could please get those profiles into me as soon as you can, that would ge great. xD;; Currently, your spots are saved until further notice or if you fail to give me your profile by next Monday. By then your characters should have a role and you will need to start making posts.


















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            A rather tall man, about one inch above six feet tall, came into the large room. His green eyes glanced down at the stainless steel desk in front of him. It rested on clean, white tile flooring. While he walked toward it he nestled the small name tag on his left breast to straighten it out. The name tag read: Dr. Zachary Roth. His thin hands moved toward the black rolling chair that had its seat tucked beneath the space under the tabletop of the desk. His knuckles whitened as he gripped hard onto the chair to pull it out for him to have enough space to sit. Both of his hands then were used to push his long, white lab coat straight underneath his bottom so it wouldn't get wrinkled as he sat down. The chair moved down in sort of a bouncing fashion only a tiny bit and slightly squeaked as he put his weight onto it. As soon as he sat down, his hands found themselves tucked into his dark head of hair. His fingers scratched at his head and his palms moved down to cover up his eyes. The doctor appeared tired and worn thin, which was, for the most part, very true.

            After he rubbed his eyes for a few moments, trying to perhaps rub some life into them, Dr. Roth's eyes then glanced in front of him. There wasn't really anything there, only a white wall with various cupboards with various things inside of them ranging from beakers to screwdrivers. The whole room was lined with these cupboards along the white walls. Below the cupboards, there was a thin strip of wall showing and then the counter tops took over. They were stainless steel and looked as if they were brand new. And below these countertops was some more cabinetry that was made out of stainless steel as well. Dr. Roth's desk was actually positioned in the near right corner of the room immediately from walking through the door. More toward the middle of the large room were several separate stainless steel working stations that had rather large items on top of them. They were covered with white sheets. Many wires that were attached to monitors came out from under the white sheets.

            Dr. Roth gave out a soft sigh through his pale, thin lips. He was tired but yet he did have a stroke of life in him. And this stroke of life came from the very reason why he was in the laboratory that day. And the very reason he went to the laboratory was for the very items that rested on top of the cold, stainless steel beds. He rose up out of his chair, seeming to be ready for what was about to take place. His footsteps made quiet tapping sounds on the floor as he walked toward the first bed of eight. His thin hand shook slightly as it was raised up in the air, aiming toward the edge of the white sheet at the top of the bed. His breath stopped and he closed his eyes for a moment while he grabbed the edge of the white sheet. Once he opened up his eyes once more, a small gasp went out of him as his hand moved the sheet backward, revealing the item that was laying still on the bed.

            Yet, this was in fact no mere item on that bed. It was a human. Well, sort of a human, at least. The appearance of the person, who just so happened to be a woman, was normal. Her features and body type were the usual that you would see on any person walking down the street at any given time. But, there was something different. Yes, there was definitely something wrong with her. You couldn't necessarily see it, but Dr. Roth knew exactly what it was: they were cyborgs. Each and every one of those people on the beds were cyborgs. And they were all created by him, as well. Or, at least, their mechanical modifications were done by him. The bodies that were on those beds were once living a perfectly normal life. But, after their deaths, their bodies were put to good use. They were secretly taken by the government, researchers, and scientists for this project, even though "stolen" would have been a better term for it. It was called Project REBOOT. And, those people on the beds, they were called his REBOOTs.

            It might have seemed strange to some normal person, but to him and the government that he worked for, it was pure genius. These new beings, these "REBOOTs", were going to be used for the government's purposes. The very idea hit the government hard as they saw these supreme beings as a way to control the world through their military powers that would be achieved from these beings. Each of them had their own special abilities that were adapted and modified to them. These modifications made them faster, stronger, and smarter. Dr. Roth created them in such a way that they would prove to be a nearly unstoppable fighting force. But, it of course was not really proven yet. This was actually the first test that he was going to run. This was why he was in the laboratory.

            After pulling the sheet from the woman's head, the edge of it rested just below her collar bones, so that her breasts and other parts would not be revealed. He walked off toward the next body that appeared covered right next to her. The scientist did the same as before. He slipped his fingers under the soft material and pulled it away to show the person's face. Though, this one was a man. His features had the same normalcy, just like the other one, yet it was only a cover for the things he held underneath his skin. And then, down the line he went uncovering each and every body's face. He uncovered a total of eight bodies: four females and four males. After he had uncovered them, he drew back, standing now in front of them and staring blankly for a few moments. It was almost as if he had lost his train of thought or just didn't really know what to do next. But, he knew exactly what to do.

            Dr. Roth was going to bring eight dead people back to life again.

            After those few moments passing, he finally started to walk over in a direction that he had not gone to before. It was in the opposite way from his desk, to the left. Over on that side, there stood a free-floating cabinet that was made of stainless steel as well, just like almost everything else in the room. On top of it were various wires, boxes, and other random things that one could not even comprehend. But, out of everything there was a large, bulky, square like object that sat in the middle of it all. All of the wires that seemed to stream to the bodies and onto the floor came from that box. It had a variety of colored buttons on it and had one single lever on it that was iron. Dr. Roth seemed to almost shiver at the sight of it. Was it perhaps the contraption he was going to use to bring these beings to life? And, yes, it indeed was. But, Dr. Roth was nervous. He had never done anything this big before. This procedure was almost too much for him, for there was so much on the line. His government funding, his career, and his reputation was at stake. If his experiment, his REBOOTs, his children, did not awaken from their slumber, it would mean total and utter destruction of his very being. But, he had to do it. If he could, he would probably leave them to sleep forever, not wanting them to be exposed to the world again. A question always sprang up into his mind during the whole project.

            Was it truly fair to steal a person's right to death?

            It was something that no one had been able to answer. It wasn't necessarily an issue that was written down in the Bill of Rights or anything. But, a lot of things related to that bothered him. Despite this, he would have to do what he has to do. Dr. Roth had to pull that steel lever down, he would have to make the REBOOTs come to life, and he would have to succeed in making the greatest invention of all in only a few months time. His eyes closed once more as he ran several thoughts through his head. They consisted of thoughts that wanted him to just stop what he was doing and to never look back, while other thoughts pressed him on and were reassuring. Those were the thoughts he listened to now. But, those were the thoughts he would be forced to listen to. The government's hand had trained him to do so, like an obedient dog.

            The slight sound of his footsteps resounded through the empty room once more. The black soles on his shoes touched the floor slowly, as if he had to proceed with caution. His hand wavered in the air once more. Though this time, the objective for his hand was not to only reveal the face of those he had worked on for only a few months, but to reveal their true destinies. His lips quivered and his blood shot, green eyes rested upon the steel handle of the lever. It was odd to think that such a destiny rested in the hands of the very lever in which he was looking at. No, he was not going to pray to God or any other type of god or supreme being there was out there in the world. Instead, he was praying to the steel lever. He was praying that it would go with his wishes and let the beings live. Despite the fact that they were not necessarily going to be used for good, he felt as if they were his children, his creations. Dr. Roth never had a family of his own, but if they came alive, then he would. That feeling was truly the driving force behind his actions now. It wasn't the fact of money or fame, it was the willingness to have a family of his own, even if he had to make one.

            Within this moment, his hand rested upon the steel handle gently. A sigh came from him once more, but this time it was heavier. His shaking hand tried to hold steady on the handle. Because of this his knuckles turned white again, and he gripped it tightly. In just one single moment his life would change forever. In just this one single moment the lives of eight other people would be changed forever. The fate of the world, could be changed forever.

            "This is it."

            Dr. Roth then pulled the lever down, letting out a jolt that would power up the REBOOTs. The destiny and fate of the world was at hand.



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        After everything he'd been through in his rather short, exciting life, Caine had to admit dying had to be the worst part. Maybe it was just the way he went, at the tooth and claw of an angry female bear, or maybe the whole ordeal in general. There wasn't any tunnel with a bright, welcoming light at the end- there were no relatives that died before him to welcome him into whatever the afterlife was supposed to be. There was just this giant...dark...abyss thing. He wasn't quite sure what it had been- he hadn't been quite aware of anything when he'd been there. Just the cold, and the nothing, and the fact that he was waiting for something to happen. There had been a rest waiting just at the end of his perceptions; an eternal place of warmth and comfort where he'd just be able to sleep...but it hadn't come to him. There had been that annoying, freezing barrier between him and what he was pretty sure he deserved.

        And now...well, he was staring at something suspiciously pink. Kinda on the dark side, like there was a light, but it was faint and he couldn't quite see the source. He wasn't quite sure what to call whatever he was staring at...and he also wasn't quite sure what to call the sensations slowly coming back to him. Was that...could he feel an arm? Why did he have an arm? He was dead.

        Oh, why could he think, for that matter? Last he knew, every time he tried to focus on anything it swam out of reach.

        He grunted, and thus discovered he had to have a throat and a pair of lungs. A mouth, too. He twitched his fingers, experimentally, and found two hands. Then came the toes, and yes, he had feet. Just like he had when he was alive. Well...at least when he had been alive, he hadn't felt so heavy. Like the world was crushing down on him, like he was lying a thousand leagues under the sea. He grunted again, and tried to open his eyes. That was when he realized that pink he'd seen was the inside of his eyelids.

        He had one not-so-welcoming glance of an insanely bright white ceiling before he had to close his eyes again or risk going blind. Whoever had the intelligent idea of waking him up right under a lamp was going to pay. He tried again, opening his amber eyes a little slower this time, and was rewarded with a blurry view of the room around him. Which was, indeed, a room. Not a cloudy paradise filled with half-naked women and infants with wings. Nope. A clinical, half-metal room that looked well on its way to becoming a laboratory.

        And he'd thought he'd be able to have some fun when he was dead.

        Blearily, Caine lifted his left hand and tried to focus on it. It looked like his own hand, which was kind of strange, considering he clearly remembered that hand being bitten right off at the bone before he'd died. Oh, well. Dying restores all the limbs, then. He didn't mind that bit- not having a hand woulda sucked. It was the afterlife! He had to enjoy it.

        Or...at least...he thought it was the afterlife. It had to be the afterlife. Where else would he go? Though the place certainly looked suspicious. Why did the afterlife look like a room straight out of a scifi movie? Caine shook his head, let his hand drop to his side, and glanced down in shock when it banged down with more weight then a hand had any right to have. Kind of like a solid block of lead hitting the ground. He tried lifting his arm again, and let it drop- meeting with the same results.

        Okay. So he didn't just feel heavy. He actually was heavy. Looks like dyin' gained me a bit o' weight. He resisted the urge to snicker to himself.

        Well...laying on a bed wasn't going to do him any good. Or was it even a bed? Felt a bit too hard to be a mattress.

        With a third grunt, Caine managed to shove an elbow under him to prop his shoulders up. His vision was pretty much clear at that point, and his better view of the room alarmed him even more. Beside him was a row of tables, similar to the one he found himself laying on, all with people laying on them. Covered up to the shoulders in white sheets, he counted seven- eight including him. And then he spotted a man standing off to the side, dressed in a lab coat and looking professional. His hand was on a silver lever that was connected to wires that were...

        He looked down at himself. His body shrouded by the sheet, he couldn't see where those wires went to exactly, but he could feel them. Monitors? Why were there monitors in the afterlife? Why were there unconscious people and a doctor in the afterlife, for that matter?

        Caine was getting a rather uncomfortable sinking feeling in his stomach, and he wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not. But...first thing was first.

        “Could ye be gettin' a man some pants? This 'ole sheet ain't gonna be doin' much, once I be standin', aye?” His Scottish accent, despite his years spent in the United States, was still strong enough to be blatant. At least he was understandable- his parents used to have accents so strong that they couldn't even be understood by the locals.

        Caine's eyes sharpened...he remembered that...remembered his parents' accents...but their faces were escaping him at the moment. As were their names. He shook his head, deciding to figure the memories out later, after he knew what was going on. Which was after that doctor had given him a pair of pants.

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            Death.

            A force so powerful, it was previously thought to be eternal, permanent. Exactly what it is though, depends on who you ask, but they all have one thing in common: your mind ceases to think, to process; your heart no longer pumps any blood. Your very body begins to decay, to rot and decompose, becoming part of the very earth you once walked on...if you were lucky.

            Tyler was one of those unlucky few, and life was about to enter him again.

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            "Don't worry, we'll be fine. It was only a couple glasses of wine!" a young man said, pulling out a set of keys as he got into a dark blue car. A woman, looking to be around the same age as the young man, was standing at the other side of the car. She looked reluctant, but she gets inside the car too. "Babe," the young man said, lacing his fingers with the woman's, "It'll be alright. Promise." His lips met with hers, remaining there for a moment before he broke away and inserted the car's key into the ignition. The engine roared to life with a simple turn of the key, and the man steered them out of the parking lot. A car like his seemed a little too out of place at the moment though, seeing as the other vehicles in the same lot were all upper class and expensive while his was that of the middle. Why were these two here then, driving away with full stomachs from this luxurious restaurant? This had to be a special night, an anniversary perhaps? Yes, that much was apparent from the kiss they shared before setting out onto the road. The two youths were obviously deeply in love, two companions that would follow each other no matter what the conditions...even death.

            The road began to curve, but the man was slow to respond to the change, drifting into the left lane. "Tyler!" the woman said, shooting a worried glance towards her boyfriend. His eyes grew wide at her call and almost instantly, positioned the car back in the correct lane. The screech of the tires was high pitched to both their distaste, but they were thankful that they were fine. Within seconds the road straightened out again, and since she knew it would be like this for awhile, the young woman drifted off to sleep. The man didn't mind though, seeing as it was getting late; it was only understandable that she want some shut eye. Most couples would want their partner to remain awake so they could have a little "fun" once they got home, but these two were a little different from the expected norm. They have gotten pretty close, don't get me wrong, but they have always been (un)fortunate enough to have something come up to prevent them from taking that risky step forwards. Now you would think that in a year's time these two would have managed to get alone for more than enough time for such an act, but the truth was that neither of them felt the need to actually do so. "If it happens, it happens, but if it doesn't, there's no rush," as his uncle always used to say.

            The drive continued on smoothly, although this was most likely due to the fact that the road hadn't been bending or curving. His vision was slightly impaired, and since he was beginning to grow tired, that didn't exactly help. All his actions seemed almost robotic, but he lacked the precision and quickness that usually followed such things. If you were to ask him how fast they were going, he wouldn't know. If you asked him what time it was, he wouldn't know. It was as if the wine he had drank an hour back was finally beginning to effect him, or maybe it was because he had been driving long enough to realize that things weren't going great. He didn't stop though; what was the point when they were almost home? After this next turn, there would be a small bridge, and beyond that, the small town where they both hailed from.

            "We're almost home," he said, gently shaking his girlfriend awake. The young woman smiled, fixing her matted hair as she continued to break free from slumber's grasp. The bridge was now in view, and the man couldn't help but looking over to his partner, grinning weakly. His eyes almost said, "I told you it would be alright," but if they had been looking at the road, the brown pools would instead say "Good bye".

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            Tyler's new body awoke with a jolt, his eyes wide. Shake and scream was all he could do, his mind still believing that he was about to die. "Lilith!" he yelled, thrusting his hand towards the blank ceiling. A multitude of cords and wires were ripped from his arm as he did, small sparks flying into the air, but he didn't care. To him, he was still trapped in his car, careening down a hill near the bridge, Death waiting for the perfect moment to sweep his scythe. His eyes looked like a mass of pixels, resembling a dysfunctional television. Images flashed in his mind rapidly, each showing himself and a brunette, kissing, laughing, smiling, all leading back to the car crash he was now reliving...

            "It was only a couple glasses..."
            "...It'll be alright, I promise..."

            "..We're almost home."

            One last cry and Tyler grew silent, his hands gripping the soft, white sheet that covered him with great force. His eyes were shut tightly as his body continued to convulse, as if something inside him was fighting to keep his emotions under control. It seemed to be working though, whatever it was and eventually, the young man ceased to shake, becoming still. Then, his eyes opened again, but this time they looked to be normal, his irises taking on a dark brown appearance. He blinked once, twice, three times, the bright light shining down on him appearing to have to have no effect on his eyes.

            "What," he whispered, sitting up slowly. The sheet slid down his body, stopping just short of an area that he preferred to have covered, but that wasn't his main worry. "Where am I?" he said, slightly louder than his last question. Scanning the room, he found himself to be in an area that reminded him of a hospital, but soon realized wasn't. This place had an eerie feeling to it that one usually wouldn't feel inside a hospital, the sounds, the sights, the feelings...they were all different. A man was on a steel table next to him, sitting up in the same fashion he was, and there were others on tables too, except they remained asleep. There were wires protruding from the man's arms, Tyler noticed, and after a quick check on himself, there were wires connected to him too. His eyes speedily followed to where the wires went, his curiosity at its peak, only to see a tall man in a white coat. This man seemed to be the only person that looked like he belonged here, but exactly what was he doing here?

            For a second, Tyler's eyes pixelated again, but they were quick to return to their normal state. Anger, sadness, and confusion were apparent in them, and his hands clenched into fists. In what seemed to be a second, the young man tore all the wires and cords from his person, the skin not staying ripped as expected, instead "healing" itself in an instant. Baffled, he was, not just by the fact that his skin had repaired itself almost instantaneously, but also because he had removed the wires with such agility! Something was definitely up here, and he wasn't liking it at all.

            Had he really survived the crash? If so, why wasn't he in a hospital recovering? His body was virtually unscathed, completely normal looking in every right! But wait...what about Lilith? Where was she? Where was the girl that he cared for so deeply? Was she here with him? His dark brown orbs quickly went to the other tables, and to his disappointment, discovered that none of the people lying on them were her. Dammit! he thought, pounding his fist into the table he continued to rest on. An indent of his fist remained as he pulled his hand away, it not having a single scratch on it. Maybe if he was still human tears would be pouring from his eyes, but right now, nothing.

            "******** this!" he yelled, slamming his fist into the table once more.

            This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair at all.

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      It was dark. He was used to it. The gloom of this stygian hell was eternal, and he sought escape. He had to flee this hell, where ethereal winds flowed with liquid grace, borne aloft by the dark contempt of others who had once shared this purgatory with him, their dark, malevolent whispers terrorized him insistently, like a daemon pining hungrily for his soul. I have to get out… a frantic, anxious thought tumbled ungracefully through Wyatt’s confused and frightened mind, that which we do not know, we begin to fear. And Wyatt had no desire to learn anymore about this… void than he was required. He cast about madly, searching for his salvation, seeking the light at tunnel’s end, he would make any bargain, and take any bargain for the chance of an escape from a nightmare that seemed to have no escape. It seemed hopeless, until…

      Wyatt’s emancipation materialized of its own volition, and he snatched it up without a second thought. Life was breathed back into his corpse, and Wyatt was suddenly drawn towards a blinding light amidst the swirling darkness, hurtling through the inky abyss, until he was engulfed in the pale, incandescent maelström. He was finally free, from the dark, icy arms of death, and back into life’s warm and welcoming embrace. One could wonder if this life, one of turmoil, war and unimaginable pain, was better than the purgatory he had relinquished for it. Wyatt thought it was, and he would never have any doubts about his decision. Life was better than death, right? Maybe not this time… His soul swam invisibly into the corpse sleeping atop the autopsy table, and for the first time in months, Wyatt’s body breathed.

      A long, wrenching gasp tore itself from his throat, his back arched to aid the inhalation of glorious life into once-dead lungs. He held that breath for a moment, enjoying the feel of air winding through his body – now wait just a damn minute – Wyatt’s icy blue orbs snapped open, awake and alert. His anger was palpable, as his eyes reflexively snapped shut to save him from blindness and a curse gritted out from between his clenched teeth, he now struggled to rid himself of the vibrant dots that danced incomprehensibly about the interior of his eyelids. The second time around, he gingerly opened one eye, and then the next, and was surprised to find they were already adjusted to the blinding light, when his sight had regained its complete lucidity and he found breathing easier, he (like any good soldier) took in his surroundings.

      Definitely a mortuary, he postured. The pungent aroma of bleach hinted at the sterile atmosphere, while the steel furniture (routinely polished, he also noticed) further bolstered his assumption. He was in a sterile environment, he knew this much, he had yet to spy any surgical equipment though, and he felt safer without those implements of medicine nearby. Yet, he had never been in a morgue that had felt like this… it was as if someone had been tampering with forces that should not be trifled with… it felt tainted. He shuddered at the thought, something was not right in here, yet… he couldn’t put his finger on exactly what it was. With an audible groan, Wyatt attempted to lift his tired body into a sitting position, only to discover that he seemed to weigh a literal ton.

      “The hell have I been eating?” He eked out, finally mustering his tonnage to sit, albeit with a somewhat unbalanced posture atop the frigid steel of the autopsy tablet. His new position garnered a new vantage, and he could see (with alarming clarity) that he was not alone as he had figured. Seven others – four male (including himself, naturally) and four ladies – were laid out atop tables identical to his own, two of them (only men, dammit) seemed to have awoken before him and were enraptured in the study of their own personal autopsy room. The first appeared to be of Nordic descent and the other… well, to be blunt, looked like a punk. They all appeared to have been laid out, under white sheets (for the purposes of decency, he supposed), for some… event. Some kind of an awakening, perhaps?

      Wyatt was suddenly struck with a horrible idea. He quickly lifted the sheet that shrouded his muscled form, and peered underneath the blanket. With an inaudible sigh of relief, Wyatt dropped the sheet and allowed it to resume is original position, covering his pelvic area. All the proper “equipment” was there, and he was ecstatic. Anyway, his gaze shifted upward, his eyes caught hold of a sight that filled his heart with dread: a multitude of wires snaked out of his arms, and, with mounting revulsion, he followed the trail of wires to its origin. What he found didn’t surprise him at all: a single scientist, dressed smartly in a nice suit and lab coat, stood before a large, rectangular box, which resembled a conduit box, with a large, iron lever jutting out from its body. An arched eyebrow was his only response to this sight.

      “Ol’ man, what the hell–hold on a min’it.” He started, but then snapped his sentence off mid-word. A question that both intrigued and terrified him had barged rudely into his befuddled mind: why did none of the other patients appear to be breathing? He didn’t know, but he was going to find out. Ignoring the Punk’s cries of anguish–wailing about some “Lilith”–Wyatt tore the cables from his arms and (with great difficulty) swung his legs off his tablet and slid to the floor, landing ungracefully upon feet that felt close to being crushed under him. Before anyone could get an eyeful he swaddled himself in the sheet that he had been so graciously supplied with. It was rough, and uncomfortable, but who was he to complain? It would perform nicely as a crude toga.

      He plodded unsteadily over to one of the ladies: she was cute, with long, dark brown hair. But, he wouldn’t look any further than that, he had a mission to accomplish. Wyatt carefully placed two fingers against the bronzed skin of her neck, along the carotid artery, and held that position, seemingly counting. It was only a few moments later, when he withdrew as if he had been stung, a look of horror scrawled across his masculine face. He stumbled backward, stuttering incoherently, until his new weight overbalanced him and he toppled to the floor, landing squarely on his behind with a resounding “THUD”. He scuttled further back, before finally bumping into the tablet of the Norseman, his eyes were wide with terror and his mouth slightly ajar and completely lacking in saliva.

      She was dead. And it could be assumed, with general validity, that the rest were also not among the living. Did that mean that he, Norseman, and Punk-Kid had also been… He gulped. Dead? He (using the Norseman’s tablet to support him) pulled himself upright, ignoring the incredulous looks from said individual, he jabbed an accusatory finger at the man in the expensive suit, who may have passed for a businessman some other day. But, today, he was Satan himself.

      “Alright, ol’ man,” He snarled, indignant rage saturating his tone. “Why are we here? Where is here? Who are you?” He paused, seemingly unsure. Then, with newfound determination, he continued, his rage fueling him.

      “And… jus’ what kind o’ witchcraft have you been doin’ wit’ all these bodies, ya sick freak?”

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              An electric current flowed through her very fingertips and into the metallic veins of her slim body. The central system started, a quick thumping starting in her chest as her body booted. Breathe was initiated, full breathes of air taken to fill the space that used to house her lungs. Her fingers flexed, her head stirred and August soon wakened from months of slumber. Her lashes fluttered as her eyes slowly worked to focus. The world wobbled back and forth in front of her, a swirl of bright lights being the first thing in her view. She closed her eyes once more, her lids pushing tightly against each other to lock out the light. It hardly helped. Through her lids she could still see the light hanging overhead. She gave this futile effort another minute before opening her eyes once again. She drew up a heavy hand to shield her light brown irises from the mega watts burning her sockets out. August sucked oxygen past bared teeth.

              Now what was this?

              Thrashing between two hard surfaces with no control over where her body went. A lack of breathe... yet a gust of wind smacked her face every second. Her heart had been pushed with fear in its core, making her body crawl with adrenaline. The noise had been unbearable. It was steel ripping apart at the call of Mother Nature. It was the howl of insanity, the sound filling her mind and swapping logic with twisted perspective. Tears streaked her face, her nails dug into flesh, practically tearing it from the body as her own tossed. The last moments of life flashed before her eyes.

              What was she to make of this? It didn't feel real and it couldn't be. She was laying here on a real bed. She could feel the solid metal, cool to the touch, against her bare skin. Life was creeping back into her, disproving the thought that this was anything less than reality.

              The heavy hand sunk to rest on her collarbone. Her fingertips curled at the first touch to tingle their nerves; cotton. She could feel soft cotton resting on her skin. She slowly forced heavy shoulders to come up in a crunch so she could catch a glimpse at the rest of her body. Her head thunked back down to the metal bed, earning her a groan of mild pain. Was it sand which filled her head? It felt like it. Her brain felt as scrambled as a jar of colored sand and as slow as the sand running to the bottom of an hourglass.

              The short look had shown her what looked to be a hospital room. The rest of her was hidden underneath a thin, white sheet. From what she could feel, it didn't seem there was much more below either. Her cheeks turned hot at the thought and her fingers lashed around the edge of the sheet to hold it firmly in place. She moved her other hand, this being just as slow a process as waking had been. She placed her palm over her stomach and anchored the sheet underneath her arms as she pulled herself up, a tension building in her belly as the muscles corresponded with the action. The room around her was inarguably white. It looked as if it had been a set plucked right off of a science fiction movie. Perhaps something like Star Trek? Yes, it reminded her of an alien ship. This would be the room which the aliens studied human beings with their highly advanced technology-- and of course with the a**l probing. She had no clue what that was about. There really wasn't anything interesting up that end.

              A headache was quickly forming and it was washing over her like a tidal wave. Nothing seemed right. She swore she had felt the moment. The moment which life is extinguished in one's self and fleets the body. The soul goes to some other place, perhaps Heaven or Hell-- maybe nirvana. She hadn't made it clear which religion she was following this week. She could decide now though. She liked the idea of placing herself in with the Buddhists. The lack of memorable afterlife was surely the driving force in this decision and the thought of reincarnation was too. Yeah, she'd admit that praying to a large, golden statue was also rather amusing. It didn't make sense though. If the latter were true, she would be an intelligent baby just recently pushed out of some lady's uterus. Instead she was...

              August held up her hand once more. It was her hand. The same slender form, the same discolorations caused from rings (she noted her mother's ring was missing from her middle finger). Her fingers were still double-jointed. Her knuckles still cracked. She was much the same, yet it just didn't feel like it. Something about her felt off. August placed her palm against the cool metal below her and pushed to ease her body into a sitting position. Her eyes landed right on the shape of a tall man.

              Figures. Behind every crazed project was a lunatic in sheep's skin. She thought no better of this man in front of her. The set was complete now that the mad man had been spotted. If he really wanted to make a bang he could begin to rub his palms together and cackle as he rambled about his babies finally waking. It would only prove that she was right in thinking this was a scientific experiment which the government had denied him. Out of anger he went off the handle and did it anyway to prove his theories were correct. Everyone knew where that went. The creation killed the mad scientist out of its own rage. Eventually, the creation was offered isolation or death. Neither was a pretty option for her.

              The sand in her head reminded her of this man's 'babies'. To her left and to her right were others set in the same fashion. Well, three of them (all of which were men) were already panicking. Men. They didn't change even through death. They were still brute shells with a soft, squishy inside. She was hungry for the same answers as them, however. Especially the questions asked by the men with the strange accents. What in the world were they all doing here? One minute she was on the fray of losing her very life to a freak tornado and the next she was waking in a laboratory with seven others.

              Also, she would really appreciate something to wear. She wasn't a nudist. She liked wearing layers of clothing.

              "Ditto that," she muttered softly, her voice croaking with disuse. August placed her fingertips to her throat and gently massaged her voice box as she cleared her throat and shifted on the bed.

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